[If the first time they met he had been quite punctual, this time around he's early, and already waiting for Irene in her parlor, leaning against the door way with a book in hand. The tunic he's wearing today is far more simpler than the last time they met, and whether he chose to wear it for it's simplicity in fastening (and unfastening) is a secret he'll take to his grave. The red Cloak, for once, is nowhere to be seen.
Stephen looks up when he hears Irene approaching and arches an eyebrow lightly at her attire (though his gaze thoroughly appreciates how the silk rob clings to her figure):]
[Closing the book before dropping it on the table by the armchair in the parlor, Stephen straights up from the door frame and walks over to Irene, closing the distance between them as an eyebrow raises in amusement:]
Confident, aren't you?
[He asks, his hands reaching for the ties around her waist. They pause there before pulling to undo the knot, waiting for her implicit permission to do so.]
I have no reason to not be confident, you're here aren't you?
[He had arrived early and everything. She gives a slight nod when his hands reach the belt, she didn't buy new lingerie for it not to be seen.
The bra and knickers are fine French lace, showing teasing hints of pale skin between the spaces of the lacework. Irene has never had any reason to be shy.]
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nomadeupname) wrote2018-04-08 11:08 pm
TFLN - for msadler
[If the first time they met he had been quite punctual, this time around he's early, and already waiting for Irene in her parlor, leaning against the door way with a book in hand. The tunic he's wearing today is far more simpler than the last time they met, and whether he chose to wear it for it's simplicity in fastening (and unfastening) is a secret he'll take to his grave. The red Cloak, for once, is nowhere to be seen.
Stephen looks up when he hears Irene approaching and arches an eyebrow lightly at her attire (though his gaze thoroughly appreciates how the silk rob clings to her figure):]
Am I too early?
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There was no need to find a dress, not if it was likely to end up discarded rather quickly.]
Not at all, I just didn't want to bother with some designer frock, far too many zippers and buttons.
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Confident, aren't you?
[He asks, his hands reaching for the ties around her waist. They pause there before pulling to undo the knot, waiting for her implicit permission to do so.]
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[He had arrived early and everything. She gives a slight nod when his hands reach the belt, she didn't buy new lingerie for it not to be seen.
The bra and knickers are fine French lace, showing teasing hints of pale skin between the spaces of the lacework. Irene has never had any reason to be shy.]